a bunch of old photos, a bunch of old memories. bumping beats, swaying my hair back and forth. thoughts of my own, twisting and weaving throughout these old memories, tomorrows a new day, i forget more, i love you less. i dont feel like im done, i dont feel like its right. but these feelings are just feelings and my thoughts are just irrational statements i make up in this tormented brain. i miss being lazy in your arms, surrounded in careless thoughts, and careless moments, of times that turned into stupid moments we both regret. we always knew, but our brains mangled our thoughts into continuous battles that we suffer from. i cant say i miss you, i cant say i want you, but just maybe i think i need you, a little more then yesterday.
